I handed in the sand sculpture through the book system

Bei Yan nodded.

"I have a classmate in the history group." He said in a low voice, "He said that the high-level historians—the highest level had reached a consensus. They quietly set up a jade seal research group and analyzed a lot of historical materials. The Chuanguo Yuxi is still passed down in an orderly manner, and it can basically be guaranteed to be genuine. Of course, the three regimes in the North and the South all claim to have the real ones in their hands, so in the end, they have to take them all out and then appraise them."

Duan Gong was stunned: "No wonder Wang Zhi is so courteous—red badge, next!"

"It's not just about being courteous." Bei Yan smiled softly: "Then you don't know the attitude of the big figures in history... Before we crossed, the central government held several working meetings to discuss the issue of material transportation, and there were many Historians wrote a letter, requesting that a special airborne force be dispatched to conduct beheading tactics directly after crossing, and obtain the jade seals from various regimes as quickly as possible. Because the noise was too loud, the central government even sent a general to them Explain that the risk of this matter is unpredictable, and if there is an eventuality, it will not be able to bear this historical responsibility. The big bosses let go-of course, the let go is only temporarily let go, and the matter of passing on the jade seal of the country cannot be done for a moment. Relax. In the words of my old classmate, as long as you are lucky enough to study this stuff, at least you have to record it in history—you have to leave a name in history, which is too tempting for historians.”

Duan Gong stuck out his tongue, and silently said shit, probably because he didn't understand the infinite enthusiasm of historians for this kind of thing.However, the figure in front of him was shaking, and Wang Zhi had already hurried over from the crowd.The two looked at each other quite interestingly, and at the same time raised their voices:

"Lan Zhang, next!"

·

It's also chatting and fishing while working. Compared with Duan Gong and Bei Yan who are sneaky and cautious, Mu Chen is much more presumptuous and bold.He sat in front of the cauldron, adding firewood and lighting the fire to take care of the fire, and had a good chat with Liu Heng who was scooping porridge next to him.Researcher Liu is engaged in geographical research. He has seen countless scenery in his travels, and there are endless anecdotes that can be mentioned.The more the two talked, the more speculative they became, and the topics got further and further away, until they reached the boundless sky.

Of course, whatever it is, the cooperation between the two has never stopped.The refugees who were brought in by the soldiers were all pitifully skinny and lonely, often standing there at a loss, and had to beckoned by Mu Chen before they dared to hobble over to pick up a bowl of porridge.But after they wolfed down the porridge, their movements were surprisingly consistent—these poor people fell to their knees and wailed bitterly, and even kowtowed to them frequently, their foreheads were bleeding all over their faces, and the soldiers beside them had to forcibly support them before they could drive. and let them go.A few with a little strength even broke free from control, rushed over and prostrated themselves at Mu Chen's feet, weeping and chanting, until the blood flowed down their faces and they couldn't control their grief.But the language gap of thousands of years was too great, Mu Chen felt very uncomfortable, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but couldn't understand a single word.

Mu Chen looked uneasy, but Liu Heng beside him was listening intently, thoughtful.After the soldiers took another one away, he suddenly said leisurely: "They seem to be saying a sacrificial speech to thank the gods."

Mu Chen was taken aback: "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Liu Heng shook his head: "But there are a few sentences that are very similar to the dialect of our hometown. I participated in a dialect protection project in Shandong and specially learned a language that is about to be lost in my hometown... Every year During festivals, the old people use this language to offer sacrifices to the gods, to thank the bountiful harvest and so on.”

He closed his eyes, and then murmured a string of words.Mu Chen seemed to understand, but could only catch a few words clearly.But the tone of voice did match the crying of those refugees.Mu Chen was taken aback for a moment, then woke up:

"After Wuhu Chaohua, many people from Shandong fled to the south of the Yangtze River. It's normal to have similar accents...but the vitality of this dialect is—too tenacious."

"Yeah." Liu Heng was a little emotional, "Maybe they are still my hometown thousands of years ago..."

Mu Chen couldn't help but sigh.He turned on the fire, and then asked casually, "Where is your hometown?"

"Penglai." Liu Heng paused, then repeated in that weird dialect tone: "My hometown is Penglai."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang at the door.The two were startled and followed the sound, but it turned out that it was Du Heng who came in a hurry, accidentally bumped his head into the wooden door, and was squatting on the spot, his face distorted in pain.Behind him was a young man in ragged clothes, also with a look of astonishment.

Du Heng endured for a moment, and managed to slow down.He pulled the boy closer, and crossed his hands to salute the two: "Your Highness, this is the person who brought me to Mr. Xiang..."

He explained the reason in a few words: it turned out that this young man was also a civilian who was captured by Hou Rong's rebellious army and was trapped in the army. By chance, he met Du Heng and fell in love with each other during the conversation.When identifying the prisoners today, Du Heng recognized the old man at a glance, so he recommended Xiang Liang.After a few questions, Xiang Liang appreciated it, so he asked someone to send it to Mu Chen.

Mu Chen couldn't help being slightly surprised, thinking that there were fewer scholars in the Middle Ages than three-legged toads, why did he get two of them in Hou Rongjun?Is it the system's benefits for beginners who travel through time, the first ten consecutive SSRs will be released?

He pressed his doubts, but took another look at Du Heng: just now Du Heng's report was clear and level, but when he answered, his tone trembled and his lips twitched, as if he was stimulated by something.He even lowered his head and lowered his eyes throughout the report, and didn't even dare to make eye contact with himself.

——Mu Chen glanced over, and saw Du Heng's arm shaking obviously.

He smacked his lips and could only turn his head to ask the ragged boy: "What's your name?"

Although the boy's clothes are torn, his hands, feet and face are still clean.Looking closely, his thin and pale face is sharp and his eyes are cool, which seems to be a handsome face.

The young man took a step forward, crossed his arms and answered respectfully: "I don't dare to insult Your Highness with a humble name. The boy's surname is Yi Mingcheng, and his character is Siyan. He is from Jiankang."

Mu Chen groaned, and was about to speak, when there was a ding-dong sound in her ear, and the long-lost system prompt popped up:

"The host has explored the hidden plot character 'Yi Cheng', rewarding 20 points."

"The host changed Yi Cheng's fate of being trapped in a bandit army and becoming notorious, rewarding him with 80 points."

"Please keep up the good work."

·

In view of the sudden onset of the system, Mu Chen couldn't get away for the time being, so he had to ask Du Heng to take Yi Cheng to the government office first, and wait for everyone to gather at lunch before dealing with it.Du Heng bowed his head to lead the order, and hurriedly walked into the backyard with Yi Cheng, and walked around into the back hall of the government office.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yi Cheng looked around and finally said, "Brother Du, this is—"

"Hush!" Du Heng turned around abruptly, and stopped abruptly: "Speak carefully! The Hengyang Palace is not an ordinary place to go, and you must be cautious in your words and deeds when you walk, do you understand?"

He looked around, quietly lowered his voice, and almost whispered: "Especially what you just heard - don't reveal a word. If you don't keep it secret, you will lose your dignity. If you keep your mouth shut, you should be like a golden man!"

Yi Cheng was taken aback, but subconsciously said something extra: "—what you saw just now? You mean, the one who came to Penglai next to King Hengyang——"

Du Heng's face turned pale.

"Know you still say?!" He gritted his teeth: "Shut up!"

·

Mr. Liu Heng Liu from Penglai City, Shandong Province sneezed suddenly.

"Strange." He murmured, "I'm sneezing while sitting by the fire, is someone talking about me?"